Chapter 372: Chapter 373 The Mistress’s Fate (2)
“Ah!”
Zi Qianjing’s foot stomped viciously on Lin Ruoying’s hand, and as the latter’s mouth opened in a cry, an elixir shot into her mouth.
“What… what did you give me to eat?”
Lin Ruoying’s eyes showed terror, and she screamed frantically.
Zi Qianjing scoffed coldly, “The kind of thing that will make you wish you were dead, your reputation ruined. Soon you will find out. Haha, Lin Ruoying, I’ve given you some time; enjoy it thoroughly.”
The woman before him was not Zi Feng, but they were involved in similar deeds, so Zi Qianjing vented all the hatred and anger he felt for Zi Feng onto her.
Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief…
“You… you are a demon!” Lin Ruoying’s body began to tremble. “If you want to kill me, then kill me swiftly; why deal with me using such inexplicable things? I don’t want this!”
Zi Qianjing’s eyes lifted slightly, his cruelty and bloodlust easily showing through.
“After the tragedy when I was five, I lost my humanity and became a demon! For their sake, I would bear the enmity of the world without care. I won’t let such tragedy happen again, Lin Ruoying, it’s your own fault for falling into my hands.”
The once kind-hearted man was no more; ever since his limbs were cut off and his family was murdered, he had cast aside his conscience. To him, any cruel method was fair game as long as it achieved its purpose.
“Zi Feng!”
Zi Qianjing closed his eyes, his body shaking with intense hate. After taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes, an expressionless gaze settling on Lin Ruoying.
“Lin Ruoying, don’t bother trying to neutralize the poison. There is only one person in this world who can do that, but that person has yet to attain such strength. No one can help you.”
That person was Moon Venerate.
“Zi Qianjing, if you do this, my master will not let you off!” Lin Ruoying roared hoarsely.
Zi Qianjing sneered dismissively, “If he’s capable, let him come find me. Unfortunately, I, Zi Qianjing, don’t need to take such an old man seriously.”
Arrogant.
Indeed, the current Zi Qianjing exuded an unrivaled air of arrogance.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his silver robe fluttering lightly in the evening breeze, casting a long shadow in the sunset. For a moment, everyone was transfixed; indeed, Zi Qianjing’s appearance was also strikingly handsome, seemingly walking out of a painting—extraordinarily beautiful, noble, and powerful…
“What did you say?”
Inside the Martial Hall, Wu Yi banged on the table and rose to his feet, shouting furiously with a livid expression, “No wonder I had no idea where the disciples of the Martial Hall were today. I didn’t expect those damn bastards to lay hands on my disciples, and my own disciple among them. Tell me, how is my disciple now?”
The protector looked timidly at Wu Yi: “She has been carried back due to serious injuries and lies in bed, unable to move. Her internal organs have sustained no small damage.”
“Good! Very good, you Alchemy Hall! Shen Ran, if you don’t give me an explanation this time, I will not be able to forgive you!”
Now that the Alchemy Hall was blatantly crossing him, how could he stand for it? Without seeking this revenge, he would not be Wu Yi.
“Elder, the most pressing matter right now is Miss Lin’s injuries. If we continue to be at odds with the Alchemy Hall, we won’t be able to get the elixir from them, and that would be a loss not worth the gain, wouldn’t it?”